Chapter 130: Luca’s Devotion!
Naomi looked up at him with wide, cautious eyes. A deep blush burned across her cheeks and all the way to the tips of her ears.
Her slender index finger rested lightly against her trembling lips, the very picture of heartbreaking innocence, even as quiet desire flickered behind her lashes.
She swallowed hard. Her voice came out barely above a whisper, shy and stuttering. "L-Luca... m-make love to me, honey..."
The words lingered in the air like a delicate confession. Luca’s breath caught in his throat. Heat rushed through him at her bold yet timid plea.
He leaned down slowly and captured her soft, cool lips in a deep kiss. Their mouths moved together with growing hunger.
His tongue traced the seam of her lips until she parted them with a tiny, needy sigh, letting him in. He tasted her sweetness and sucked gently on her tongue as the kiss turned wet and passionate.
Slow strokes made her body arch beneath him. Soft whimpers slipped from her throat, muffled against his mouth, while her hands shyly clutched at his bare shoulders.
Already naked, Luca pulled back just enough to hook his fingers into the edge of the blanket wrapped around her.
He drew it away inch by inch, revealing her flawless porcelain skin and the gentle curves of her beautiful body. Her breasts rose and fell quickly with every nervous breath, her nipples already pebbled in the cool night air.
He reached for the bedside drawer, took care of protection, and returned to her. He kissed a warm trail down the elegant column of her neck, savoring the rapid flutter of her pulse.
Then he moved lower, across her collarbone and into the soft valley between her breasts. As his lips closed around one sensitive peak and drew it into the heat of his mouth, he positioned himself between her thighs and slowly pushed inside her.
Naomi gasped sharply. Her walls were tight and slick around him as he filled her completely. "Ahh... Luca..." she moaned softly, the sound shy and breathy. Her fingers dug into his back.
He began to move with deep, deliberate thrusts that made her tremble beneath him. "Mmm... hah... s-so deep..."
Another moan escaped as she turned her flushed face into the pillow, still too shy to fully let go even as pleasure washed over her. "O-oh... yes..."
Her quiet, melodic cries filled the room with every roll of his hips. Soft, stuttering whimpers of "Luca... ahhn!" and "I-I can’t..." only drove him further.
He kept kissing her neck and breasts, one hand gently pinning her wrist above her head while their bodies moved together in a building rhythm.
The pleasure finally crested in a shared, shuddering release. Naomi’s entire body tensed. A final shy cry escaped her lips before she melted beneath him.
Some time later, Luca lay quietly beside her, gazing at Naomi’s peaceful sleeping face. Unable to resist, he reached out and lightly poked her soft cheek with a fingertip.
The tiny disturbance made Naomi wrinkle the tip of her nose adorably. Her eyelashes fluttered for a moment before she unconsciously rolled onto her side.
As she moved, the thin blanket slipped from one shoulder, exposing her fair, flawless arm. Her steady breathing gently lifted and lowered the graceful curves beneath the covers, giving the room an intimate sense of calm.
The sight stirred something inside Luca all over again.
Just then, the bedroom door eased open with the faintest click.
The sound was so soft that most people would have missed it entirely.
A narrow strip of light spilled across the floor, revealing the outline of a slender figure standing outside. Vivienne remained perfectly silent.
She simply extended one elegant finger through the gap and gave him a slow, teasing beckon. Even in the darkness, the glossy polish on her nail caught the light.
Luca’s heartbeat instantly quickened.
Carefully, he withdrew his hand from Naomi’s cheek and slipped out of bed with practiced caution. Moving as quietly as a shadow, he crossed the room one measured step at a time.
Once outside, he gently eased the bedroom door shut without making a sound.
The penthouse was silent.
Looking around, he couldn’t find Vivienne anywhere.
Then he heard it.
A soft, melodic tune drifted from the kitchen, accompanied by the gentle glow of warm lights. Following the sound, Luca rounded the corner and found Vivienne standing at the sink.
She wore a delicate kitchen apron, her back facing him as she calmly rinsed something beneath the running water.
From where he stood in the adjoining dining area, Luca’s breathing gradually grew heavier. Beneath the lace-trimmed apron, there was nothing else.
As though she had sensed him approaching, Vivienne paused. She turned her head just enough to glance over one shoulder before returning her attention to the sink, where a handful of fresh purple grapes glistened beneath the water.
A pair of strong arms slipped around her waist from behind.
"Hey, angel," Luca murmured against her ear. "What exactly are you doing?"
"Want some grapes?" Vivienne asked softly as she turned off the tap.
She peeled one of the grapes with practiced fingers before lifting it over her shoulder.
Luca leaned closer, taking in its sweet fragrance.
"Angel," he said with a grin, "I want more."
"There are only a few left." She looked back at him through half-lidded eyes, her voice low and playful. "Do you really want them?"
"Of course I do."
Just as Luca leaned in, Vivienne tilted her head aside with perfect timing, escaping him once again.
"Wait."
He stopped, raising an eyebrow.
Vivienne’s lips curled into a mischievous smile.
"Let’s eat them right here."
Luca instinctively glanced toward the master bedroom.
Vivienne noticed immediately and couldn’t help laughing.
"After everything you put her through last night," she whispered teasingly, "how could Little Sister possibly wake up this easily?"
Then she leaned closer until her lips were almost brushing his ear.
"Besides..." she breathed softly, "if a man really wants to enjoy his meal, shouldn’t it be in the kitchen?"
The words had barely left her mouth before a rosy blush spread across her beautiful face. For all her confidence, her heart was clearly racing just as fast as his.
The contrast only made her even more captivating.
Luca smiled as his hand slipped beneath the side of the apron.
"Wait..."
He immediately paused.
Had the bold little vixen suddenly lost her nerve?
Vivienne shook her head with an embarrassed smile.
"Aren’t you worried we’ll make too much noise and wake Little Sister?" She nodded toward the frosted glass kitchen door, her eyes shimmering shyly. "Close the door first."
Vivienne turned fully toward him the moment the lock clicked, her eyes gleaming with wicked hunger. Luca closed the distance in two strides and crashed his mouth against hers in a deep, devouring kiss.
Their tongues tangled hotly, urgent and wet, as he lifted her effortlessly onto the cool marble kitchen counter. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer while their lips moved together with raw need.
They sucked, bit, and tasted each other, soft gasps slipping out between kisses.
His hands roamed greedily. One arm wrapped firmly around her slender waist while the other squeezed and kneaded the perfect curve of her ass, pressing her heated core against him.
Vivienne moaned into his mouth, the sound bold and throaty. With a playful tug, she reached behind her neck and let the delicate apron fall to the floor, revealing her fully naked body beneath the warm kitchen lights.
Luca didn’t hesitate. He positioned himself and thrust deep into her slick heat in one smooth stroke. Vivienne’s head fell back with a loud moan.
"Ahh—yes... just like that..." He began stroking in and out of her with deep, powerful thrusts. The sound of skin meeting skin mixed with her rising cries.
"Fuck... Luca—mmh!" she moaned again. Her nails dug into his shoulders as her body rocked to meet every thrust.
He kept pounding into her on the counter, relentless and hungry, until he suddenly lifted her entire weight off the marble without pulling out.
Vivienne gasped as he carried her a few steps and pressed her back firmly against the cool surface of the fridge door, never breaking rhythm.
He drove into her harder now. Each deep stroke made her breasts bounce between them.
"Hah—ahhn! So good..." Vivienne moaned loudly, her voice growing breathier.
"Luca... we—we should... ahh! carry this... mmmh... to the bedroom—oh god!"
Her stuttering suggestion melted into another string of shameless moans as he angled his hips to hit that perfect spot inside her again and again. "Yes—right there—don’t stop—hahhn!"
Luca carried her out of the kitchen and into the bedroom, leaving the door unlocked behind them. Their rhythm continued until the penthouse finally fell silent under the hazy moonlit sky.
The following morning, Naomi was the first to wake.
Since she had fallen asleep earlier than the others, her body naturally stirred before sunrise. She carefully lifted the smooth, jade-like leg that had somehow ended up draped comfortably across Luca’s waist.
As Luca slowly opened his eyes and sat upright, he realized there was another beautiful woman sleeping peacefully beside him.
Vivienne lay curled against his arm, dressed in a light silk nightgown. One arm remained wrapped around him possessively. Although most of her face was hidden beneath a cascade of crimson hair, nothing could conceal the irresistible charm that seemed woven into every part of her.
Even Naomi, a breathtaking beauty in her own right, couldn’t help admitting something to herself.
Vivienne was the kind of woman people simply couldn’t forget.
Every smile, every glance, every graceful movement carried a captivating allure that lingered long after she was gone. Compared to Vivienne’s mature elegance and effortless confidence, Naomi suddenly felt painfully inexperienced.
’Maybe... Sister Vivienne is the one who truly belongs beside Luca...’
The thought quietly surfaced before she could stop it.
An unexpected wave of insecurity settled over her heart, making her feel strangely out of place. For the first time in a long while, she found herself questioning the very appearance she’d always been quietly confident in.
’What am I thinking...?’
Luca noticed the subtle change almost immediately.
When he looked over, he found Naomi sitting quietly beside the bed, staring absentmindedly at him and Vivienne. Her eyes had become faintly red, as though she were holding back emotions she didn’t quite understand.
With a gentle smile, Luca reached over and lightly flicked her smooth forehead.
Naomi blinked in surprise before rubbing the spot, her thoughts finally returning to reality.
"Little Naomi," Luca said softly, "don’t let your imagination run away with you."
He sat up properly, slipped an arm around her shoulders, and drew her gently against his chest.
"You aren’t any less than anyone else."
His voice was calm, warm, and reassuring.
Luca understood exactly where her sudden insecurity had come from.
But to him, Naomi couldn’t have been more mistaken.
From the moment she had chosen to open her heart to him, he had already made a silent promise.
No matter what happened in the future, he would cherish her, protect her, and make sure she never had to doubt her place by his side again.